Demons were the ones who controlled dark magic. Like in any other fantasy setting, humans deed the demonic kinds as heralds of horrible ons. So players said that the demonic power could wipe out the entire village with a skill. Others narrated that the demonic pets alone could wipe out an army of human soldiers!
All that information ca from a validated source on the internet. A roddot sent it to the community, which was the talk of the town! I had seen none like that throughout my experience in the ga. I only heard them chatting in the community and gossiping in the classroom.
Well, I did not care about them since this place was a ga, not until now.
The farr and I trekked the road and found a peaceful-looking village. Dozens of children road around while their parents washed their clothes in the nearby lake. A hundred shacks welcod my eyes as I compared them to the buildings in the city from where I had lived.
It was a picturesque scene that the angels had carved. The environnt was like the ga developers made for the ga. But this ti, it was real. The wind whistled in the wind and kissed my skin, telling it was already morning. My nose sniffed at the freshwater breeze that tingles inside of . As I gazed above, the morning sun greeted my eyes.
We stumbled upon a shabby hut made of wooden planks and blocks of cent. Although the place looked tattered, it was still a ho for a family to live in. This place was even bigger than my room, if I could recall my bedroom correctly. But I may be wrong about that, since this building had a unique design among the ones beside it.
This village beca dear to . I did not know why, but that was the sensation creeping up inside my brain.
The farr motioned to follow his back. I tagged along, since I had nowhere else to go but onward. The two of us continued where we had left from the conversation. I could not wait any further. So I was the first person to open my mouth.
"Demons, you say?" I asked the farr. My voice croaked a little as I told him my question.
"Aye. For thousands of years, those demons did not attack the kingdom. Considering the treaty that the previous king made, those demons never dared to lay their hands on the people. Now that the treaty has ended, an all-out war is going to start," the old man expressed, as he opened the wooden door. "I have heard from the Calot Empire that the demons have pulled the legendary sword. A holy one that only the hero could pull. That event wreaked havoc across the church. Since the demon pulled the holy sword, the priests did not know what to tell the people about it."
The farr punched the wall, creating crevices at the panel. A blaring thump resounded inside the room, with a drop of liquid coming afterwards. His hand excreted crimson fluid, which also dripped onto the ground. A puddle of blood ford beside my feet, but I paid no concern for that. There was a tallic lingered inside my nose, which ca from below .
"Those worthless bastards took away my wife. She was as sweet as an angel sent by the goddess of Freya to . But the demons had no rcy. My wife was pregnant with my youngest child. If only I were powerful enough, then maybe" He growled, while continuing to curl his fist into a ball.
The farr's eyes narrowed down on the empty chair before him. His look pierced through the bench as the old man leaked all his killing intent around him. If a glare would be enough to kill anyone, the man could do it a million tis.
I did not know what to do. My arms tried to reach out for the old man, but I couldn't. There was no confidence inside of my heart that told to comfort the farr. It was as if I did not know how to empathise with a person who lost soone dear to them.
I had lived in a world where this ga took over our emotions. I was a nobody who had no relationships with anyone except for myself.
"I'm sorry to hear that." My voice leaked out, hoping that would calm the farr down.
The man shook his head and let out a wry smile. "It's alright, young lad. It's not your fault that my wife died, so no need to be sorry for my loss. I should be the one who needs to apologise, since I kept you far too long inside this place."
"No, no, no! Don't be!" I waved my hands, hoping to tell the farr that everything was okay.
"You're a good man, chap. You're a good man Thank you for listening to my story. I always wanted for a youngster like you to listen to my tale. "
After our exchange, the room fell silent. Nobody wanted to continue our talk, given the hefty atmosphere. However, it was not an awkward occurrence. This silence was the saving grace that the man needed to himself.
It was what I believed. But there was one thing that bothered .
The ga developers programd these villagers with a set of scripts that they needed to follow. However, the emotions expressed by the old man felt more real than soone following the lines inside the ga.
'A non-player character made by a computer can feel?' I thought, and couldn't brush that idea aside.
I never had a farr weep before from his deceased wife killed by the demons. All the storyline gave to players like was the main plot, which everyone needed to achieve. That was the path of a hero, which everyone swallowed.
A sudden knock on the door jolted awake. Even the teary farr beca alerted and looked at the front door. But none of us ard ourselves as we trod to the gate.
"We're hoooo! Eh!? Why are you here?! Why is the stupid guy is here?! Let's get out of here, Rain, before that guy spreads his ugliness to our faces!"
"How many tis do I have to tell you nobody has an ugly face except for monsters and your mouth, Afenos! And quit saying ugly to this poor-looking man!" The girl turned to and bowed her head. "On behalf of my stupid brother, please forgive him, okay?"
I gave a wary nod and scratched my chin. "Is that your?"
"Children? Of course, not! Why would I have noisy children like them! They're adopted!" the farr retorted, and let out a grin.
"DAAAD!!!" the two kids growled at the farr in unison.
The farr laughed at the expression of his children. His emotionless face from before turned into sothing beautiful known to humankind. Everything about the farr beca soft as a cloud, drifting in the skies.
The three of them tackled each other and ssed around on the ground. This family was like primates in the wild, snatching the single banana that fell from a tree. But that banana turned into words that would beco dark if seen on the other side. Dark humour, if other people preferred that more.
"Just kidding! Of course, you're my sweet, sweet angels! Mwahaha!" The farr announced, and drilled his hand over to the boy's head.
I cleared my throat and let the three people know my presence. I was still here inside their house, and I did not want to turn out rudely to their eyes. However, there were far more important things that I must do rather than idling around.
"I'm sorry to run down on your parade, but where is the adventurer's guild?" I asked.
If there were a place to get all the information I needed, it would be that building. In every village, there was a structure called "The Adventurer's Guild". It was the sa establishnt that catered to every adventurer, rcenary, and player. It was a haven for all of us to communicate with each other. That infrastructure also stored the bulletin board to send and accept quests of the ga.
Now that the Magique beca the actual world I lived in, checking the guild would be my utmost priority.
"You're already on the right track, lad," the farr replied. "This place is the adventurer's guild. I just made it my house, since my ho got burned by the demon from the previous war."
I couldn't help but stare at the walls enclosing . The adventurer guild that I knew was more extravagant than this shabby place. This building looked more like a motel than a property for adventurers like ! It had beautiful people always ready to greet us at the desk.
"Where are all those guild staffs? The bulletin board? The rcenaries? And why can't I see any adventurers or anyone inside this place?" I asked.
"They're all long gone."
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